My June Queen

Let me twine a wreath of roses,

     Roses white and roses red;

Let me place it o’er your tresses,

     Let me crown your sun-kissed head.

Let me make you queen, my darling,

     Queen of all the coming years;

Let me bathe your soft hand, shapely,

     In a drench of happy tears.

With you on the throne before me,

     Will my rapture be complete;

And I’ll ask for nothing sweeter,

     Than to worship at your feet.

Roses red, and roses scarlet,

     Roses round you everywhere;

I proclaim you Queen of Roses,

     Never smiled a queen more fair!

April 15, 1895

Joker